White winter frost,
rainbow spring earth,
yellow summer dew;
Colorless rain
in orange autumn,
‘fore winter’s silence ensues.
Black dead night,
bluish dawn,
golden hollow sun;
Grey shimmer
of twilight dusk,
‘fore night begins her run.
Red is the lust,
in scarlet rage,
tearing through our lives;
Red are the hands
of crimson time,
ticking razor-blade knives.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar